A Case of the Happies

"Happiness hit her, like a train on a track. Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back...." -Florence and the Machine

Hooooo boy. Things are good in the World of Carrie!

Things are settling down at work, and my schedule is somewhat back to normal. I actually had two full days off this week! That hasn't happened since the first week of June! I treasured every single second that I was not in the mall. Things will start to get crazy again now that the back-to-school rush is upon us, but it should be organized chaos (knock on wood). I thrive on the hysteria of teenage girls frantically picking out jeans and t-shirts to wear on their first day of school. I was approved for another attempt at vacation time, but I am keeping mum on when it is. I don't want anyone to quit and jinx it. All I will say is that it involves a trip to see my Grandma(s). Grandpa(s), too. I am craving some family time right now.

Munch is slowly getting over her pneumonia/bronchitis. It was pretty sketchy for awhile. The antibiotics weren't working well, due in part to the fact that the liquid tasted like old garbage, and I could barely get her to drink it. No amount of mixing with juice, ice cream, or soup could disguise the nastiness. I finally asked her doctor for something else, anything else, and the alternative was an antibiotic that she may have an allergic reaction to. Lucky for us, that did not happen, and my baby is coughing less and regaining her healthy glow.

I am preparing for my week out of work after surgery. It will be a huge relief to no longer feel as though a Gremlin is trying to claw its way out of my abdominal area. I am registering for fall classes in a couple of days, and most of my week will be spent sleeping and getting ahead on assignments. I took my math placement tests today for school and completely aced them. I was so shocked. There were only 28 questions, and I blanked out on the very first one. Each question was based on your answer to the previous question, and when the questions started getting easier, I just knew I was blowing it. Either I am smarter than I thought, or I am a great guesser, because I placed right out of any remedial classes. I am so close to my degree, and the closer that I get, the more I want it.

Oh, and the boyfriend is good. Soooo good. We had date night with our kids this past Monday. It was the first time I met his two girls, as well as the first time he met Kylie. I was incredibly nervous; I knew that this meeting would set the tone for everything that comes after. I should not have worried. We pulled into his driveway, and Liz (9) and Ally (6) came racing out of the house to greet us. The girls all hit it off, and I got the seal of approval as well. At the end of the night, Liz told me that I was "awesome," and that I have great hair. She is a smart kid! We made homemade pizza and break-and-bake chocolate chip cookies, and then we all piled onto the sofa to watch Shrek III. Everything was so easy. Jeff told me today that after we left, the girls told him that they really liked me. His reply? "Good, because you're going to be seeing a lot of her."

A girl could really get used to this.